fraternizing with the enemy

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Jul 4, 2016

Situations like this weren't usually supposed to feel so seductive. Toby scrubbed at his face a bit and took excessive gulps of his water before he was able to look at Felix again, obsession thrumming in his throat and chest, a burst of heat clinging to his skin. "Who implied I was the only monster in the story?" he murmured. Then, he slipped his phone from his pocket, searching for something.

"Psychological horror, subgenre, relies on the character's mental and emotional instability to frighten viewers. Aims to create discomfort by exposing common or universal-- whatever, whatever, you get it-- and revealing the darker parts of the human psyche that most people may repress and deny." He put his phone away again. "Your liking my company isn't a negative here, it's all too fitting."

If one were to suggest this was Toby's version of some heavy, heavy flirting, they'd be… entirely correct. You're fucked up, I'm fucked up, let's be fucked up together in ways that'd most definitely scare the hell out of anyone without their screws loose.

Toby nodded. "Those with more ambitious, dramatic, creative crimes tend to mess up in one way or another eventually, especially when they aren't team players or in positions of power. I don't know why I'd consider myself special over any of my peers. I'm cautious, but prefer an indulgent lifestyle, and if I was really cautious I wouldn't be a fucking criminal in the first place. It is what it is, I can't deny that, seems like a waste of time and energy, you know? I'd rather just keep doing what I enjoy like a filthy opportunist while it lasts."

"Ah, I've fantasized about pretty much everything, let's just make that clear first," Toby noted. "And dating isn't a requirement so much as close relations and regular contact, but.. Yes, that one is a very… full blown forbidden, do not touch, risky, inappropriate thrill kind of attraction. Scandalous." He wasn't sure what to do with the reassurance. Except, it was creeping up on him that somewhere along the line, Felix seemed to have switched to genuinely labeling this as a date. "...Oh," he mumbled, barely a peep.

"That's cute," Toby said, softer. "Yes. I'm the same way. We were pretty inseparable, when I was younger…"

He shifted, then snorted at Felix. "I'd like to be a gentleman and say I'd turn down any sex with mandatory attached to it, but…" He eyed Felix's bright smile and bit his lip. "I don't think I can. So, after, I think. Good pillow talk."

Poppy · Jul 4, 2016

"You think we're the same," Felix said quietly, halfway between a statement and a question. It seemed so unlikely not just because of disparaging positions e.g. he was a cop and Toby a criminal, but also because Felix had never met anyone wired the same way he was. Still, the notion amused him. Toby's attraction to it wasn't subtle in the slightest. Felix rubbed his face and chuckled. "So you want to be horrifying, together, rather than have you be horrifying to me."

If this were Psychological horror, then he fell into that pit easily. Toby sent him a package, and he responded to it with an amusement and excitement that would've disturbed people with weaker sensibilities. They were both monsters. Toby was right about that. Felix had always known.

Toby was outright saying that he participated in grand crimes. Felix spaced out a bit to go over what he memorized of mysterious case files. Tons of embezzlement, serial killings, monster attacks, The Doctor, The Executioner — no leads, no clues, no nothing. Toby was giving him the pieces of a puzzle he'd been trying to crack one by one, very deliberately. Was it to keep him interested? Confuse him? Hell, he was already getting dizzy from his earlier drink and this goddamn thick as fucking thieves tension, but he went ahead and finished half of his drink. The world was starting to spin a little.

"That's straightforward," he pointed out, eyebrow raised, smile on his lips. "There's a certain excitement in staring danger in the eyes. Is this your way of doing just that?" He tsked playfully. "And here I thought you actually liked me. Aww."

Toby's reactions to him were... On a normal day, he wouldn't consider it, but the alcohol was getting to his head. His thoughts went to Toby's lips on him, hands everywhere, cock wherever he damn pleased. Third date. They were going to fuck like rabbits all night. It made his knees weak. Christ. Fuck! Shit. He couldn't think anymore. Stupid shitty vodka sunrise, why the hell did they make them so strong? He needed to release this tension, or he's going to be stuck the whole night.

"I'll... be right back." He wiped his mouth with a napkin and made a beeline for the bathroom. He locked himself in one of the stalls, and immediately stuck his hand inside his pants. He turned the seat down, placing a foot on top of it to balance himself, and let his head go back to thoughts of getting his dick sucked in a family fucking restaurant like a cheap two dollar whore. Shit, shit, shit. He bit his collar to make sure he didn't fucking moan here.

His blood froze when he heard the door open. No, no, his standards weren't so low he wouldn't beat his meat when someone was hanging around the bathroom. Alone. With him. They seemed to take a long time... hovering outside his stall...

Dread sobered him for a bit. It's all right, it's all right, it's probably just some rando talking to himself in the mirror... or, it could be one of Klaus' men. They found him having dinner with a guy. This was Russo's after all, a.k.a. Vito Russo's restaurant, a.k.a. Klaus Rosales' fucking fiance. His heart was crazy in his chest. The guy still wasn't gone.

He needed to act now. He pulled a knife from his leg, pressing the flat of the blade against his chest and taking a deep breath. In a burst, he pinned the guy to the counter, knife against his throat. "Did Klaus sent you?"

"Rosales? Are you kidding me — Why would I have anything to do with that, I just spilled juice on my uniform, man! Please don't kill me!"

Felix looked into the mirror, hair ruffled and eyes wide. He looked like a man that made an embarrassing mistake.

***

He was escorted out of the bathroom, hand behind his back, by restaurant security, and the sad part was that he was just surprised the restaurant had security this good. He cringed as he looked at Toby. "I'm getting kicked out. Can you handle the bill? I'll pay you outside — all right, all right, you don't have to shove. I said I was sorry!"

As soon as he got out, Felix dejectedly dragged his feet to his car and sat at the hood, knee up, face buried in it. He had a lead, and then he blew it. All because fucking cocktails were half-off that month.

Never drink on the job, Verma.

What a fucking disaster.

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Jul 4, 2016

"I'm surprised it took you this long to notice," Toby replied, without a blink. His heart was beating faster at that being acknowledged out loud, a satisfaction with it. "Yes. You're like me, right?" He gave a smile, then tapped the side of his head.

It was true that he liked the concept of a cat and mouse game, with an uncertainty of who had which role-- but he could get that with any other cop, and hadn't already done so. No, no, Felix was all too easily likable and familiar, and the other aspects, like his looks and work, were simply a bonus. "I wouldn't have been treating you like this otherwise, believe me, and I don't believe I could genuinely horrify you if I tried. Not in the typical sense of the word."

Toby watched Felix down more alcohol, raising his eyebrows, slowly starting to think that maybe the man wasn't that great with it. His smile twitched, feeling giddy, like a bottle of bubbly soda. Impulse control problems, a voice in his head spoke, as though reading out loud from a textbook. Classic.

"Oh, no," he rushed to correct, shaking his head. "I do like you, of course I do, have a huge crush and everything! Terribly inappropriate. Don't feel bad." His date was looking rather out of it now, the drunk fuck, and Toby laughed shamelessly at this. When Felix spoke up to take a bathroom break, Toby gave him a little wave, eyes following his hurried escape with amusement.

While Felix was gone, Toby caught up with various interests on his phone, and sent a few texts. Then, some kind of shit went down. It can't be Felix, he thought to himself. It had to be Felix, he knew, because it was just how these things went. Toby was all shock and curiosity, lips parted while he watched security kick the man out. What the fuck did Felix do in the goddamn bathroom? The possibilities were endless, he knew, from his own personal experience with pulling shit there.

After quickly paying the bill, a bit shaken up from his mix of confusion and excitement, Toby went to the parking lot, but didn't approach Felix. After one look at the other, he turned and went the opposite direction, breaking into a run. It was detour time. He didn't take long. It was Downtown, after all, everything was everywhere, and you'd practically bump into something you were looking for if you put on a blindfold, spun, and walked a few feet.

When he padded up to Felix again, he had french fries, a cup of ice cream, and a large ice water stuffed in his arms. He sat next to Felix on his car, and offered him the water first. "Hi. Do you want to share these fries, or no? I don't know what you like, and I'll just eat them myself if you aren't a fan, 'cause I haven't had anything else all day besides the dinner. I also don't know if you like ice cream, but you wanted dessert. Same deal applies, I'll eat it if you won't."

Poppy · Jul 4, 2016

Felix wasn't really wallowing so much as taking a breather to get his head on straight. He legally couldn't drive back home, and it would look bad on his record if he did. He gave a few rings to acquaintances, but he was fresh out of favors and he didn't have anybody that really, genuinely cared about him enough to drive him back home... other than Klaus, he supposed, but he wasn't going too deep into that territory. His last resort was a cab, and he hoped to god he wouldn't get mugged because of his state.

He dozed off like that, precarious position on the hood, grasshoppers close and Manta Carlos' colorful nightlife far but sweet in his ear. It was dark where he sat, and that was more a blessing so nobody would recognize him that way. He didn't have plans. He could cook something up after he woke up.

That was sooner than he anticipated. Felix jumped in place when he heard a voice next to him. It was... Toby. He felt his face flush, his damn head flashing to a more inappropriate place, but the fact that this was happening instead of that was... Sweet. This was incredibly sweet. It felt like honey in his chest. He took the bottle meekly, muttering an "ah, thank you."

He shuffled closer, arms touching. His eyes fluttered close as he rested his heavy head on his shoulder. Maybe it was the alcohol manning the ship, but his desires were base, clingy even. Would anyone notice in this darkness? Even though his hand could go anywhere, it reached for the fries, picking one up and nibbling.

"Stupid... Stupid, stupid, stupid," he said, voice soft and respectful to the silence of the night. "You're probably curious about what happened there, right? Well, I was... You know. Bathroom stuff. But there was this guy lurking behind my door. I'm a cop you know, and I've pissed off a fuckton of people for arresting their bosses or loved ones or whatever, so I thought that guy was coming for me."

He paused thoughtfully. And then, he snickered. "He was just some dumbass waiter that spilled a drink on his shirt. Whoops. God! I thought I swore off drinking, considering my job's all high risk. Guess not."

Through some sort of miracle, he managed to open the bottle of water and drank it. He felt better. Not good per se, but better.

"Earlier, you asked me if I'm like you..." He tapped the side of Toby's head. "I'm not sure it's the same thing, but, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes. I've been odd since I was a kid. Go figure." Toby has a huge crush and everything. It really was terribly inappropriate.

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Jul 4, 2016

This scene, cool summer night, distant cars and muffled sounds from the restaurant and other businesses, crickets and grasshoppers, was nicely isolated. Toby felt something violent in him calm and slow down at rare times like this. He wondered, occasionally, if society and being cooped up indoors made him sicker than he already was. Because sometimes, like right then, he was very quiet.

He breathed the fresh air in deeply. If he didn't think he'd get bored of it, he'd stay like this forever. It was nice to take a break. Nothing more, nothing less. Felix had half fallen asleep in the time they'd been separated. It was cute. He jumped when Toby spoke, then reacted rather softly. It was hard to tell in the dark, but his face seemed to warm, and soon after, pressed up to the blond and used him to lean on.

It was comfortable. Toby ate french fries, mentally settling slightly back into the world of processed food and human interactions, and placed the ice cream on Felix's lap. He nodded when asked about his curiosity. Of course. Always. "'Bathroom stuff' could mean any number of things, Felix," he teased, in equally hushed tones. They were close enough to hear each other clearly within that, almost hypersensitive to it, and his skin prickled a bit at that. He listened to the story patiently.

"So… did you try to shank a waiter? You never said how exactly you responded to, while intoxicated, thinking someone was out to get you." Toby added, in his head alone, that the only person trying to get Felix in that moment was him, and it wasn't thanks to being pissed off.

He closed his eyes. "Impulse control problems," he mumbled, out loud now, when his head repeated it to him, in that same textbook voice. "…Substance abuse?" he continued, unsure but interested. He turned his face, pressing his nose to the top of Felix's head and gently sniffing him. "You smell like smoke. It's pleasant. Are you prone to addiction, obsession?" He nuzzled him lightly. "Ah. Your hair feels as nice as it looks."

He stared at Felix intently when he agreed with the earlier theory more fully, silent. He held the other's hand. "I want to talk about it," Toby informed him. Then, a significant pause. "But I also want to kiss you. Right now, I'm going to kiss you."

And, cupping Felix's cheek, so he did, stomach doing a flip while his heartbeat stuttered. He didn't start off half assed about it. Couldn't. Felix made him restless. Needy.

Poppy · Jul 5, 2016

Felix rolled his eyes. "I was taking a dump," he said flatly, before dissolving into a fit of giggles. "What, you want me to spell it out for you? I was using euphemisms to preserve the romantic mood, thanks. Now there's shit all over it."

As far as the waiter question went, he laughed, shaking his head. Did you shank the waiter? "It was pretty close! I had him bent over the counter with a knife in his throat. I didn't hurt him, but the poor guy was in shock." He raised a finger. "Just to clarify, I carry a knife around for self-defense. It's risky walking around with golden jewelry at night." Of course, he could take them off, but his ears always felt so light around them.

Impulse control problems, Toby pointed out, his darker qualities said in hushed tones as if they were taboo. Felix's fingers went back and forth Toby's palm to his wrist, an invitation to hold it, him, while he blared even more of his secrets. He felt vulnerable like this. He'd always thought that if his demons were never said aloud, they wouldn't be as horrid to look at. Substance abuse. Prone to addiction, obsession.

"I haven't exactly been subtle tonight... Talking to you feels like my insides are under a microscope." He breathed out, shaky. The tension returned, and it was thick as ever in his head. When Toby finally held his hand, he squeezed it, welcoming. "The same... We're the same... I can't tell if I'm relieved, or horrified."

He'd never connected with someone this intimately before. It was exhilarating.

Felix flinched when he felt a hand on his cheek, his chest burning and spreading like fire. He met Toby's kiss awkwardly, at first, unsure and surprised, but he bounced back just as quickly, clutching Toby's shirt, the kiss all tongue, teeth, lips and need. When he pulled away, head dizzy and out of breath, he pressed their foreheads together, hands on Toby's cheeks. He bit his lip. He didn't feel secure anymore. More bare than anything. "I'm not ready for tonight to end."

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Jul 10, 2016

Toby felt his obsession (and crush) clumsily, but rightfully, click into love as he clung to Felix as if his life depended on it. The other man's lips were soft, and Toby's skin was terribly warm in comparison to the cool parking lot air. Aw, shit, fuck. When Felix clutched at his shirt, Toby wrapped his arms around his neck, tugging him closer so they could be more snug against each other. It made his chest feel thick and his body sing. They were at each other as if they were starving, and Toby's hips squirmed a bit. This was very raw, so much less business, more personal, and he could touch Felix and be touched in return.

Lips parted and as pink as his face was, Toby stared at Felix, eyes unwavering from him, speechless for a moment after their impromptu makeout session. His awkwardness wasn't helped by Felix continuing to press near, barely room to breathe, noses touching. Toby's heartbeat kept racing, because it seemed Felix couldn't stand to keep away, even a little.

He loosened his arms in order to brush his fingers across one of Felix's hands on his cheeks, giddy and antsy at any skin-to-skin contact, then drifted down to linger on a thigh. "It doesn't have to," Toby finally whispered back, swallowing. "You're not fit for driving, anyway, are you? So I'm escorting you home either way. Would it really be so bad if you invited me in?"

He scooted even further into Felix's space. "I want to have sex," he blurted out, somehow earnest, entirely blunt. He reddened and continued. "I want to have sex with you. And to talk more. I like talking to you… we don't even have to fuck, we could just sit on your couch until you fall asleep, talking. Do you want to, Felix?" Toby nuzzled him, and placed a few kisses along his jaw. He rather thought it'd been a very successful first date, and wasn't at all opposed to putting out this early.

The same, they were the same, and Felix was so lovely and comfortable, worthy of hand holding and memorizing every personal detail personally given and not given about him, from birthday to social security number and favorite color. "Felix, Felix..." He rubbed and drew gentle circles on his thighs now, squeezing, not quite going further until given the go ahead.

Poppy · Jul 11, 2016

On any normal day, Felix would've crossed the line with hand holding. Not that he was a prude by any means, but he usually didn't take it this far with known criminals. The date was nothing but a set-up to gather information. They both knew that, but...

Ah, he'd already crossed the line. At this point, nothing would be different. That was what addicts said, wasn't it? It wouldn't matter. It wouldn't hurt. I can stop any time I want. He was beyond help at this point. Nothing called to him more than the hand drawing circles on his thigh, how he wanted it to go further. Felix knew how he was like with sex. He didn't quit until his body gave. It was unhealthy, and he wanted it more than anything now that it was dangling right in front of him.

His breath hitched, squirming as Toby so boldly declared he wanted to have sex with him. His hand started digging in his coat for something. They could talk too, of course, he wanted anything and everything with Toby tonight, but he couldn't resist his urges, giant and looming over him. His head was dizzy. His body was burning, begging to be touched.

"U-um," he said, shaky. He took Toby's hand, and slipped his keys in his hand. "You know where I live, right? I'd like you to take me home and. Y-you can come inside, if you want."

He felt his face burn, stomach churning dangerously. "Ah... sorry. It's just. It's been a while since I got to get out like this..."

With no small amount of self-control, Felix pulled away and went over to the passenger's seat, eye locked onto Toby's as he did so, low-lidded and deliberate. His insides were practically shaking in anticipation.

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Jul 16, 2016

Toby was in an equally restless and blissful state, looking at Felix with a big dumb smile on his face, heartbeat skipping and fluttering. He took the keys, humming his approval, sing song, and nodding. He knew exactly where Felix lived, and had been once already. Navigating his way there wouldn't even need directions.

He couldn't deny the satisfaction at the way Felix was reacting to him, the excitement a strong buzz, a certain smugness over this very dangerous sleeping with a cop situation. And he happened to have an interest more than just sex, which made it entirely worse, and better! So, so much better. Besides. Felix was a very special officer.

All Toby could really think about was how badly he wanted Felix, equally if not more effected. He squeezed the other's hand while he was still close. "It was a good date. Don't feel bad." His eyes drooped with lazy, thick desire. "I'll treat you right, okay? And do whatever you want…"

Toby licked his lips and nearly reached out when Felix pulled back, then gnawed at his lip and followed after him to the car, unlocking it and slipping into the driver's seat. His cheeks burned, and once he started the car up, his hand went right back to Felix's thigh, other on the wheel, not quite making full eye contact aside from lovesick side glances. At stoplights, his hand would creep a bit upward. It was late. They were fine. He was antsy, and palmed Felix a bit in the dark, heart pounding.

He hurried Felix out of the car when they arrived at his apartment complex, latched onto his arm and anxious to get to something more real. While he'd been here before, he hadn't actually gone inside the apartment, it'd all just been for his present delivery of a chopped off limb. He noticed a lot of little details when making quick work of the door and pulling Felix in. Roomy, simple decoration, how similar and comfortable the disorganization was to Toby's own apartment (and how much it didn't fit Felix's outer image), pretty patterns, books, a musical keyboard, wall of credentials, achievements, perfectly arranged sentimental things he imagined was purposeful--

But none of that really mattered. His brain, always hyperaware and loud, picked up things like this automatically but threw them aside just as quickly to shove Felix against the now closed door, surge forward on his toes to kiss him again, fingers tightly clutched at the fabric of his shirt, and get a hand down his pants.

He enjoyed having his mouth locked with Felix's, and after indulging himself in one kind of heat, he decided to continue on in another way, make himself useful. He wasted no time sinking down to his knees and undoing Felix's pants, cheeky expression on his face. It brightened further with delight when he saw the underwear the other was wearing. Light blue panties with ribbon.

It suited him. Toby didn't know if this was the kind of thing Felix wore normally, or if it was just for date night, and either concept was very appealing. He nuzzled his face fondly against the outline of the other's cock, pressing his lips and tongue to it through the fabric, making a gratified, relieved sound in the back of his throat while his eyes fell shut. He took Felix's dick out finally and, after kissing and sucking at the side a little, stuffed his mouth with it. He took one of Felix's hands and encouraged him to bury his fingers in pretty blond hair, and of course, himself in Toby's offered and welcoming heat.

Poppy · Jul 22, 2016

Alcohol was a tricky thing. He processed light, motion and sensation better than anything. Sitting there next to Toby was intense, atmosphere thick with sexual tension, Toby's hand palming him as he drove. Felix gripped the armrest, squirming in his seat and bucking into the hand, needy. Lights flashed and passed by at the corner of his eye. He wanted him more than he could ever admit.

When they arrived, the colorful neon lights were replaced by the familiar bright blue hue of his apartment complex. He swallowed, an irrational dread of endings hovering above his head. Felix stepped out of the car, feet wobbly and still rock hard, holding onto Toby's arm for balance as he walked. He wasn't good for much right then. A panic was building up in his heart and his head, wondering how to talk and what things to ask — He wasn't going to ask for much, just skin on skin and some company to ease the ache of a jaded, lonely heart.

How long has it been? He couldn't remember. Sex was no more than a vice, like alcohol and smoking. He was going to admit that he barely saw his partners as people, let alone people that could possibly be important to him. He'd been casual with it in College, giving the time of day to anyone who gawked at his pretty face, and he'd decided to quit it entirely in India all those years ago. His brother had his "methods" to gain his loyalty, showering him with gifts and women alike, and it wasn't until he found himself sick and dehydrated in Mumbai that he decided to stop it. Work was a better distraction than this could ever be.

He thought he was fine. But he was drunk, and lonely, and Toby was... very special. It would've scared him normally, but right then, he rode the high. This was alright. Humans were allowed to make mistakes now and again.

It turned out, his irrational fears were unfounded. They didn't need words. Toby kissed him as soon as the door was shut, and Felix melted into it, pulling him close and grinding against him. His head was so hot, he was surprised he could stand upright. He whined as Toby pulled back, hands trembling, until Toby got on his knees and — ooh.

Felix gasped, face flushed, pressing his back against the wall until Toby put his hand in his hair. He gripped it hard. Ah, shit, work was effective as a distraction but this was — it had been so long, everything was good, pleasure was pouring into his limbs in waves. He could barely see anything like this. He undid some of his buttons because he was in danger of overheating, breathing coming out shaky. He rolled his hips and bucked into the heat, calling Toby's name in desperate, breathy ways, his little noises coming in louder and faster until his orgasm hit. He, ah, came a little too much in Toby's mouth.

"S-sorry," he said, heart pounding in his chest as he tried to steady himself. He wanted so much more than that. "Fuck me, please. I'm yours tonight."

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